Dad, you were right.

When I first arrived it was misting outside (because it doesn't really rain here as far as I can tell), and it was super overcast. It was what I expected, and didn't seem all that great. Then we started getting lost and people around the town were so friendly and helpful. Even our waiter and the security gaurds at the resturant last night were more than willing to share a joke with us and point us toward a local pub with live Irish music. Needless to say, the pub was awsome, and the music even better. London has nothing on Dublin. I love it here, and want to move here as soon as possible. My Dad said it all, when I told him I was going to Dublin he immidiately said "You will fall in love with Ireland." And I haven't even been out of the city yet! In a few minutes I'll be catching a train to Cork to visit Blarney Castle, you all know what that means! And if you dont I'm not going to spell it out for you.

So I'm staying in a hostle where I have to share a room with 5 other people. I thought that was bad, but the Green's (the married couple on the trip) have to share a room with 18 other people. When I arrived at the hostle my roommates weren't there and I had a chance to orient myself in peace. I didn't get a chance to meet them until 3 a.m., well actually it was 3:30, because last call in the pubs around here is 3. I believe they are from Sweden, and they are all male. Some might consider this lucky or scary, I consider it karma for better or worse. First impression, I thought they were the KGB for some reason, maybe it was their scary, wierd, Russian sounding language. They had aparently been to a Bruce Springstien concert, as well as visiting the pubs. I had barely fallen asleep because I was so anxious about sleeping in a room with strangers from God knows where, and I tried to act asleep in avoidance, but they knew it and I knew it, so I sat up and introduced myself as they prepared for bed in their tight fitting underwear and Bruce Springstien tee-shirts.